Adrian moved the living thing into the chair, his nostrils flaring slightly at the perceived patronising he thought he heard at Eli's last comment. He'd even let him share theories? what as though he was being humored? Adrian frowned, wondering if he was reading too much into one word. Instead of saying anything on that matter, Adrian just replied, "This was a prisoner from Azkaban for certain. We both recognised the clothing it's wearing. It's not dead but it doesn't react to pain, as though it cannot feel. It's almost like it's empty. Someone used some kind of magic to make this happen, to make this thing sheer walking destruction. Releasing them into the ministry by the dozen was meant to cause fear, panic or possibly just a distraction.
"I'm more concerned with exactly what was done to get this thin in this state though, and I presume you are about to employ some methods to determine that?" Adrian fixed the very last restraint in place, watching in distaste as the thing still struggled. What would make this thing stop?